For a moment, Aziraphale sits there, thinking about the question and all possible answers. And the one that he apparently chooses comes as a snap of the fingers, and a second, full bottle, now sat next to the empty one. He did, in fact, figured that this would be much less bothersome than getting up and going all the way to the kitchen and back again.

"Resume our evening, of course." He picks the bottle off the table, and a wave over the top of it has it open. Someone's clearly running on free miracles these days.

"And, for what it's worth," He pauses to take a quick sip, then hands them the new bottle. "I don't think you're that much trouble."